Baby, baby, baby, when all your love is gone,

[sameteam]

Who: Sam Flynn and you!
What: Sam wanders around the Castle!
When: Monday evening!
Where: The Lobby (and really anywhere in the Castle, he's doing a lot of wandering, but the intro is set up for the lobby)!
Rating: Warnings for exclamation points!!!!!! Otherwise lolnope. Action!spam is preferred so I can get a good jump on things. <3


[Sam honestly isn't exactly sure how he ended up here in what looks like a too-fancy lobby, but he knows it involved a lot of wandering, going down some stairs, going up others. His small chucks shuffle across the floor as he stares out at the large space from where he starts down the staircase toward one of those couches. Part of him guesses that this isn't LA, but how could he have gone anywhere besides?

Curiously, he regards the first couch he comes to, sitting himself down on it and folding his legs. At least this is better than his previous plan of riding off to the park to sit in the rain. He's still more than a little soaked, but that's not important to him right now.]

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[sameteam]

I'm from LA! [Sam mirrors Ray's smile to a certain degree, not really sure what it's for but hey.] And my name's Sam.

[ectobabble]

Nice to meet'cha, Sam. .... Welcome to the castle. Hey - you wanna look around? We can get you some dry clothes and I can show you some of the cool places. It's Monday, so the Seasons Room isn't really all that impressive right now - [winter in winter, bleh], but I can show you the libraries and the pool and the game room!

[sameteam]

Sure. [Sam looks a little nervous about going off with a stranger when he's supposed to be waiting, but this guy seems pretty nice. He's not like any of those reporters.]

They have a pool here?

[ectobabble]

They sure do! [he points to one of the archways] It's actually right through there. Wanna see that first?

[wait until you find out he knows Alan, man. and that he knew your Dad while he was here. he'll be golden]

[sameteam]

[When they get to the game room, Sam'll be sure to mention it. :3 But for now, the idea of a pool indoors is pretty cool to him.] Yeah!

[ectobabble]

Okay! [he leads him on through - and it's a full-size Olympic heated pool, with spaces for changing rooms, and lots of beach chairs and patio tables, and - well, yeah, it's pretty awesome.]

Ta-daaaah, pool room. [he grins. while Sam is running around checking everything out, he'll just ... quietly wish him up a clean, dry set of clothes much the same as his wet ones and set them on a chair near the changing rooms]

[sameteam]

[Sam stares around at everything for a couple moments before predictably darting off to go check things out. This is a huge pool and there's so many lanes and chairs and thisissocooooool. It's definitely a few minutes before he heads back towards Ray with a bright grin. ]

This is so cool!

[ectobabble]

Isn't it? [he beams right back] I haven't actually gone swimming in it yet - last summer we were all a little too busy being pirates. ... Hey, check it out - how'd those get there?

[he nods toward the clothes as if he just noticed them]

[sameteam]

Pirates? [Sam glances over at the clothes sitting, wide-eyed. Okay this is already becoming his favorite place ever.] Did a ghost bring them?

[ectobabble]

Yeah! That's ... one of the biggest things you should know about Paradisa: it's magical. It changes, completely, sometimes, into something totally different. Last summer we were all on pirate ships, and for Christmas a little while ago everything turned into Paris. But it always turns back to the castle we're standin' in right now. The ghosts are kind of like its servants and staff -- they bring whatever people need and ask for, they just can't talk.

[sameteam]

[Sam nods as he investigates the clothes. Hey they look exactly like his!]

Have you tried talking to them? [Because Sam thinks that would be so so cool.]

[ectobabble]

The ghosts? Yeah, a few times. They can't. It's ... part of their classification. Only certain classes of ghosts can talk. Has to do with their PKE output and their ectochemical makeup, I think. I'm still working on the theory.... it's something I've been picking at for a few years now.

[sameteam]

[Sam listens attentively, launching right into more questions.] What's PKE?

[ectobabble]

It stands for psychokinetic energy. [as he explains, he'll wander in the direction of the changing rooms so that if Sam wants to put those dry clothes on, he'll still be able to hear him]

That's what kind of energy all ghosts, spectres, demons, and other supernatural creatures put out. This castle actually has a constant, steady output of PKE, too - that's how it lets you wish for things, like that towel I got you, and how it's connected to the ghosts.

[sameteam]

[Oh Sam is all for wanting to just listen but maybe getting dry is important, too. He picks up the clothes and scampers after Ray, getting the message pretty clearly. So, he darts into the changing room and gets right to the important part. It takes less than a couple minutes for him get those dry clothes on and he exits, ready with more questions.]

Can you measure it?

[ectobabble]

Yep! I've got a meter that a friend of mine and I invented. I don't have it on me right now, but I'll be happy to show you sometime. I've even adjusted it so that it can factor in the constant low level of energy the castle itself puts out. [he grins, and -- offers Sam some of his cheezits. since he noticed him eyeing them earlier]

[sameteam]

[Talking about ghosts and getting to eat cheezits? Pretty much the best day ever. He eagerly shoves his hand in the box to pull out a handful.] So what do you do with all the readings?

[ectobabble]

[IKR? Ray kind of has the best life. he'll start toward the door, ready to lead on with the tour] Well, here? Mostly I just try and use them to put together a picture of what the force behind the castle is like ... sort of like ... you ever hear that old story about the blind men and the elephant?

Would you be up for doing something with these two on the 29th? :3

[sameteam]

[Sam more than eagerly follows, munching on cheezits as he goes.] No. What's it about?

[ectobabble]

It's ... okay, it's an old parable from India. There are five blind men, standing around an elephant ...

[as he talks he leads him back out to the lobby and over to the elevator, intending to ride up to the top and then work their way down through the floors]

None of them know what they're standing around, so each of them reaches out and touches the elephant to try and figure it out. One man touches the trunk and thinks he's holding a snake. The second touches a tusk and thinks he's holding a spear. The third puts his hand on the elephant's side and thinks he's next to a wall... the fourth guy gets hold of a leg and says it's a tree - and the last blind man feels the ear and thinks it's a fan. Since none of them have the whole picture, they can't agree on what they're looking at, so they just argue about it forever until - well, in some versions of it, anyway - someone comes along and tells them what they're actually standing around.

I figure, the more readings I get on the ghosts and the stuff that happens around here ... the more pieces of the elephant I'll find. If that makes sense.

[sameteam]

[Sam listens closely, still munching away as they move into the elevator.] And once you find out it's an elephant you can figure out how to talk to it!

[ectobabble]

Exactly! Man, you're pretty sharp. [he grins, grabbing some cheezits for himself] How old're you?

[sameteam]

[BRB pressing a couple buttons on the elevator, just to watch them light up.] Almost seven.

[ectobabble]

Cool. ... I liked bein' seven, that was a good year. What kind'a stuff do you like to do, Sam? Then I can be sure to show you where it all is around here.

[sameteam]

I like to learn things and ride my bike. [And more pressing buttons! He doesn't feel bad at all for whoever might ride the elevator next.]